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“Oh,” I breathe out, enjoying the way his fingers move slowly over the wet fabric of my thong. He rubs my pussy in gentle circles, his movements hypnotizing me, and I just press my forehead against his as he does it. Then, flicking my thong to the side, he runs his index finger down the length of my aching pussy. He does it a few times, and then finally rests his fingertip over my clit, gently pressing down on it. I feel electricity crackling up my spine, my heart pumping adrenaline into my bloodstream as my thoughts become scattered inside my head.
I can barely think right now. Sinful images are flooding my mind, each one of them portraying something so deliciously wicked that I have to take another deep breath to try and push these thoughts to some hidden corner. I can’t surrender to desire like this, or else I’ll be surrendering my pussy to his cock soon.
“I want this pussy,” Madden tells me, his voice hoarse and loaded with lust. “I need it.” As he speaks, he rubs my clit with the precision of a man that has more experience than the common mortal, and I let a purr tumble out of my mouth.
“How much do you want it? How much do you need it?” I ask him without opening my eyes, and he lets his index finger fall down from my clit, his finger running down the length of my pussy lips.
“More than I need the air to breathe, Megan,” he says, parting my folds and sliding his finger inside my pussy, doing it so slowly that my mind almost explodes. When he presses his fingertip against my G-spot, my eyes start rolling in their orbits and I feel my insides clenching hard, already anticipating a violent orgasm.
But that orgasm still hasn’t come for me, and so Madden gets to work. He turns his hand around, allowing his thumb to fall over my clit, and then slides one more finger inside me. Flicking his wrist, he starts fingering my pussy, going fast and hard right from the start, while at the same time he strokes my clit with a kind of controlled fury.
“You sure know how to use these fingers,” I chuckle, feeling lightheaded, and rock my hips softly, the coming and going motion of my body matching the way he pistons his fingers into me.
“I know how to use other things as well,” he whispers, and his words are like a poison: they infiltrate my mind, planting seeds of desire, and I have to grit my teeth in order to stop myself from succumbing to his spell.
It’s a dangerous ordeal, though.
What I did with Tristan, and now what I’m doing with Madden… I know I’m playing a dangerous game. I’m walking along the edge of a knife and, even though I’ve managed to avoid getting cut, that won’t last for long - my self-control has its limits, after all.
“I’m sure you do,” I say, trying to infuse some semblance of strength and confidence into my words. “But you won’t use that cock of yours today,” I continue, leaning in and biting so hard on his lower lip that I almost draw blood. I’m trying to tease him but, to be honest, my words are teasing me as well. It’s a two-way street.
“You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you?” He asks me, fingering me so hard that even though I open my mouth to reply, no words appear. I just let out a violent sigh, my voice quivering like an out of tune violin. “Yes, you are,” he answers his own question, handling my pussy and clit masterfully. So masterfully that I already feel that sweet pressure building inside of me, pinching my skin from the inside and filling up my muscles with raw tension.
“Oh, God, oh, God,” I repeat over and over again, my mind going blank as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes against it. Right now, if you asked where I am… I wouldn’t be able to answer. I’m so out of it that I don’t even know if I can say I’m conscious right now - I’m walking between that tiny pathway between consciousness and the darkness of the unconscious, stuck in a limbo while ecstasy crushes me from both sides.
And it feels absolutely perfect.
I remain frozen in place, sitting on his lap, and I only move when the final wave of pleasure washes over me. I sigh heavily and opens my eyelids, struggling to do it - they feel as heavy as concrete.
“That was amazing,” I tell him, looking into his eyes and smiling.
“Of course it was,” he replies in a single breath, that devilish cockiness of his making his eyes glint. “I know how to handle a woman… Especially when I care for her,” he says, and I have to blink twice as my brain struggles to process the meaning behind his words. Care for her? Did I really hear him say these three words?
I look at him, having no idea what to say, and so I just kiss him. But this time our kiss feels… different. I don’t know what it is, but hearing him say that he cares about me somehow changed things. And I mean that in a good way.
I mean, Madden is wealthier than God (and as handsome as a God) and he could have any woman in the world. And here he is right now, telling me that he cares about me. Could it be just a… just a move? Is he trying to soften me up just so he can fuck me? No, I don’t think so - but still, I have to be careful. Even if he really means it, that doesn’t mean I’ll spread my legs for him. At least in the way he wants me to.
“Cat got your tongue?” He laughs softly, smiling as he tucks a lock of hair over my ear, his fingertips brushing against my face.
“Oh, shut up,” I shoot back at him, taking one hand back to his crotch and feeling his still hard cock.
“What if I don’t want to shut up? Are you going to make me?” He teases me, narrowing his eyes into slits. He’s trying to make me lose control, I know it… And, hell, it’s working. My pussy is burning from the inside out, and I need something more than to just have his fingers on me.
“Yes, I’ll make you,” I find myself saying, a wicked thought popping into my mind. Using my lower legs as leverage against the leather seat, I lift my hips up and then stand up over Madden, my feet on either side of his legs. He looks up at me, placing his hands on my knee and sliding them up to my thighs; grinning wildly, he grabs the fabric from my thong that laces my outer thighs and starts pulling it down my legs. I hold my breath as I feel the fabric sliding down my skin, and then I raise one foot at a time, kicking off my thong to the floor of the limo.
Never taking my eyes off his, I take my hands to my shoulders and, doing it as slowly as I can, I push the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my breasts, revealing the outer edge of my bra, and I smile as I see Madden’s eyes widening with anticipation. He’s enjoying my impromptu strip, no doubt about it.
“Enjoying the view?” I ask him with a purr, tugging on my dress and sending it down to my waist, my nipples becoming so hard against the inside of the bra that they might cut through the fabric.
“I always enjoy the view whenever my eyes are on you,” he tells me without thinking twice about his answer, and I can’t help but offer him a pleased smile. Now that the kind of answer a woman likes to hear, Madden, I think to myself as I take my hands behind my back and free the clasp of my bra. Moving my shoulders up and down teasingly, I let the straps slide down my arms and place both my hands over my breasts, grabbing the cups and stopping them from falling off my body.
Then, easing the pressure off my fingers, I start uncovering my breasts slowly. When my rosy nipples finally come into sight, the expression in Madden’s face becomes a priceless one. His eyes are wide with desire, and his parted lips give him the look of a man with a single-track mind. Right now, I can tell you that there’s not a single thought inside his eyes - he’s just enjoying the moment, living in the present tense.
Jesus, I don’t know what it is about Madden and Tristan, but sex with them (even though we never really did it) is akin to something transcendental. It just goes beyond the physical realm, forcing us to float up into some higher dimension where everything makes sense.
And, right now, what makes sense is being as wicked as I can possibly be.
Allowing the bra to fall from my breasts, I then sway my hips from side to side and let my dress fall down my legs. I kick it off to the side and now, completely naked (well, aside from my high heels), I offer Madden a devilish grin.
